| you had a dream about loss
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| within the fruit there are worms
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| yet still a vow to dare goodnight
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| you had a dream about love
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| could it be you were the one
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| who is waiting patiently for me to disregard caution
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| to feign deafness to wisdom
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| could it be you were the one
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| who is waiting insanely for me to bind your limbs stoutly
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| to feign deafness to protest
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| you ask unhurried by doom
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| the shot only bursts forth heat
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| bequeath a sigh if i would listen
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| you ask unhurried by love
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| could it be you were the one
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| who is waiting patiently for me to stare blindly at forethought
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| to disregard caution
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| could it be you were the one
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| who is waiting insanely for me to tweak your cheeks unsweetly
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| to insist on concession |